The longest appointment yet...

Hubby and I have had a looooooooong afternoon. After leaving work early (thanks all, for making it happen!) we got to the appointment 20 minutes early. They they were running 20 minutes late. Then the appointment took over an hour and a half altogether. OH was completely ratty before we went in, but managed not to take the grumpy into the consulting room.

We didn't have our usual consultant, Mrs Blunt-and-to-the-point (who we love), she's such a bigwig doctor, they don't even call her Dr. anymore (I'm not sure how that works, mind). Instead we had Dr. Speedy. Thus named because he talked 20 to the dozen. In a Palestinian accent. But to be fair, no wonder he spoke so quickly, there were multitudes of consent forms. Do we consent to them using our eggs and sperm. Yes. Do we mind them using our left overs for practice? Uh, guess not. What do we want to do with our frozen embryos if either of us die? Um, maybe use them still? God knows.

So then he started telling us that we will have ICSI. Or ICSI/IVF split. Or maybe it'll be a good day and we'll just have IVF. So, we'll play that bit by ear then. Then the drugs, we'll have the long protocol, which is 2 weeks enforced menopause, 2 weeks stimulating lots of lovely eggies, then pick them up, shake them up with some population paste and put them back in.

He then told us that the embryologist will really only want to put in one embryo. I'm strangely disappointed with that. Once I got my head around the risk of multiples I decided it was possibly the better plan, as we don't want an only child, and twins would stop us having to go through this all again. We could be all done, or CHOOSE to try for another pregnancy. But the chance of losing multiples is quite high, so unless each embryo is a lower quality than they were hoping for, they'll just be putting the one in.

Then it was on to the nurse, who took our bloods to check for all the nasty sort of stuff that they wouldn't want us to pass on to a baby. Bless her, after that she stayed talking to us for ages, going over all the things that we'd felt a bit rushed talking through with Dr. Speedy. And Mrs Blunt was free by then, so kept popping by and dropping her opinion in, which was nice. We realised that my really annoying body is not going to allow us to plan the timing of this out very well. The nurses need to be able to book me in a slot, even if it will need to be adjusted. So basically, my period needs to arrive on June 19th please. If anyone can sort that out for me, it would be much appreciated. But the plan is to phone the nurses when my "May" period arrives (if it does) or give them a ring to say that it never did. So I might need to take a couple of weeks of the pill to encourage a bleed. We'll start on the downregging on CD1 then (as day 21 may be ridiculously far away). Ooh, and now OH and I know how to give me an injection. It mostly involves pinching an inch. And we have a sharps box. How odd...